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        REST ON OUR LAURELS
We are getting older, let others take the strain,
We’ve done enough, gone through hurt and pain,
Served a mission, worked hours in the temple too,
Surely we can rest on our laurels, me and you!

That night in a dream a bright vision came to me,
Endure to the end, written in gold I did plainly see,
I saw myself quite still on an escalator going down,
For I wanted upward to heaven go to gain my crown.

Resting on my laurels was not the thing to do at all,
Serve while you have life to give, answer to any call,
For to rest while there is work to do is not for me,
For I want to be worthy to have an eternal family.

So I’ll go, say and do whatever the Lord commands,
Place myself firmly in His tender, caring, loving hands,
Work at the temple often, even serve a mission far away,
I’ll not rest upon my laurels until He takes my life away.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 23, 2004